Anyway, I guess seeing G and remembering that one happy year of high school settled in and made some part of me wish that she could have stayed as happy as she was her freshman year, and that we could have continued to function as well together as we always had (with a few exceptions - no parent/child relationship is without tension).
Maybe it mixed in with some belated empty-nest syndrome. It's been a little over a year since she moved out completely, and all but stopped talking to me for a while. Those first couple of months, while I was still packing and moving, weren't too bad, but I missed my grandson and talking to my girl every day something awful. Then I couch-surfed for a few months, and being on my best behavior sort of meant not moping around about my kid or my dysfunctional family.
November was harder, because I was unable to make my annual trip to San Antonio to see my friend from high school and do Thanksgiving with her and host our Airmen and just in general be "home" with antiquing and breakfast tacos and Sonic drinks every day and all the Mexican food I could manage to eat. I look forward to that recharge all year long, and though I understand her situation, I selfishly hated that it got in the way of my needs and wants. I did my damnedest to sleep through Thanksgiving, since I had nowhere to go.
Having nowhere else to go was stupid, considering that my parents live half an hour away. Last January, after my stepmother bought me a car (one cannot really effectively job search or work without a car in DFW), she came out and said that she wanted me out of her life and except for sending her birthday cards I've completely respected that. Last Thanksgiving, it wasn't a big deal, because of my annual trip to SA. But I was not invited to their house at Christmas, not even for dinner. Unfortunately, her need to see me gone means that I don't see or speak to my dad, either, and it hurts that he's made no effort to contact me. This year was the first time in my entire life that I didn't get even an email or text message from my dad on my birthday. I cried about that, you can believe it. Yes, I'm 47, but I don't think a girl ever grows out of needing her dad to call her on her birthday.
I think I had a point to make, but if I did, I don't recall what it was, and I think I've rambled depressingly for quite long enough. Gah!
On a more positive note, I am still madly in love with Battlestar Galactica 2003 and Katee Sackhoff's Starbuck. I managed to get my hands on the first two seasons of DVDs and am really looking forward to seeing all those deleted scenes and other extras. I'm trying to ration myself, though. The distraction's gotta last through Christmas, because I just don't wanna think about another one without my family.
And on another bright note, my grandson, he is adorable!